I stand on the edge and look down. The ground seems so smooth, so far away. A warm summer breeze rustles my hair. I look down. I think of all that pain, my sorrows. The deep wound inside me, cutting my soul into a ragged shroud. I remember being called a freak, I think back to the time that I was told that I would never make it, never be good enough. I think of how my own parents have called me a failure. I know that I will never find love, and how I was never accepted for who I really was; but I can't help it, I can't change the person I was meant to be.
I stand here, alone as I always have been, and I watch as a teardrop, born of rejection and solitude falls, down, down to the ground so very far away. I know that the earth is far below. I look to the sky. Above, a flock of starlings pass. Sorrow wells up in my chest. Each of those birds have more than I do, they have someone to be with, a parent, or a friend, or a lover. I have none of these, for I was doomed to walk through this life as a lone soul.
I feel fear, yes, I am afraid, but I cannot go on like this, castaway and unwanted as I am. I wonder why no one was ever there to help me. To pick me up when I had fallen, to lend a sympathetic ear, to offer a smile, or even a word of acknowledgment. I ask the sky, "What have I ever done to deserve this life?" but the sky gives me no answer.
I close my eyes to see the faces of the people I know, and for a moment I can feel all the shame, hatred, sorrow and yearning that they caused me. Tears flow freely down my face, and I know what I must do. I take a step off the edge and into the open air. I feel the wind rushing past me and suddenly, all the weight is gone, I no longer feel the hurt, the pain inside me. The pain has been blown away by the wind, the hurt must stay forever on the edge where I once stood.
For a moment I feel pure ectacy.
Free fall.
Then the ground rushes forward and it is over. I know darkness, and with that darkness comes peace.
I stand here, alone as I always have been, and I watch as a teardrop, born of rejection and solitude falls, down, down to the ground so very far away. I know that the earth is far below. I look to the sky. Above, a flock of starlings pass. Sorrow wells up in my chest. Each of those birds have more than I do, they have someone to be with, a parent, or a friend, or a lover. I have none of these, for I was doomed to walk through this life as a lone soul.
I feel fear, yes, I am afraid, but I cannot go on like this, castaway and unwanted as I am. I wonder why no one was ever there to help me. To pick me up when I had fallen, to lend a sympathetic ear, to offer a smile, or even a word of acknowledgment. I ask the sky, "What have I ever done to deserve this life?" but the sky gives me no answer.
I close my eyes to see the faces of the people I know, and for a moment I can feel all the shame, hatred, sorrow and yearning that they caused me. Tears flow freely down my face, and I know what I must do. I take a step off the edge and into the open air. I feel the wind rushing past me and suddenly, all the weight is gone, I no longer feel the hurt, the pain inside me. The pain has been blown away by the wind, the hurt must stay forever on the edge where I once stood.
For a moment I feel pure ectacy.
Free fall.
Then the ground rushes forward and it is over. I know darkness, and with that darkness comes peace.
END OF FREE FALL
BY: LuckyS7ven